Nostalgia

Summer reminds me of my youth;
chasing fireflies,
being fearless,
picking up insects,
turning over rocks,
playing in the dirt
Blissfully ignorant.

Ocean water dances on my body,
heat radiates off the concrete,
spending all day between jungle gyms and sprinklers.

Time flies and I’m awash with nostalgia.
I’ve lived a life already,
childhood seems so far removed.

In the midst of adulthood;
thoughts are consumed by new longings
to a simpler time.
How do I feed and nourish the girl I once was,
the girl who still lives.

Pic taken by me at Coney Island, New York